The Worst Crime I Could Think Of

It Must Be One Of Those Narcissists Who Only Appreciate Things When They're Gone. I'm Too Sensitive. I Need To Be Slightly Numb In Order To Regain The Enthusiasms I Once Had As A Child.

I Remember Feeling Ashamed, For Some Reason. I Was Ashamed Of My Parents. I Couldn't Face Some Of My Friends At School Anymore, Because I Desperately Wanted To Have The Classic, You Know, Typical Family. Mother, Father. I Wanted That Security, So I Resented My Parents For Quite A Few Years Because Of That.

Thank You All From The Pit Of My Burning, Nauseous Stomach For Your Letters And Concern During The Past Years.

Never Met A Wise Man, If So Its A Woman.

There Is Plenty Of Hühnerfleisch In The Kühlschrank. (there Is Plenty Of Chicken In The Fridge).